My Neighbor Is A Werewolf!

pte

ig

*

s she placed the freshly baked chocol

her both hands together while her

wn version of chocolate chip cookies. Her mother, Sheila, and her stepbrother

d other pastries for her to have some extra income

led at her

the kitchen for possible containers, and s

ought some of the things that I

eeded to ride a taxi from the arc of the Sacred Place Vi

er. She loved the greenery, and walking

he containers, munching one in her mouth – it was c

r door. What's that?" Cristine cheer

– where the excess cookies were. Her eyes gli

so great!" Cri

She loudly

er mouth was full of cookies. Leila c

smilingly reminded her before riding her ol

fine. She could use it

. She surely wanted to give some to her nearest neighbo

, but no one opened it. She tried pressing it again

nside?" She lowly w

d stoic expression pasted in his gorgeous

eet smile, but it was hanging into

t dreaming. He was surely someone with a menacing aura yet complemente

cean blue orbs were like taking her to a whole new dimension. His perfectly carved lips were lus

it ached a bit. This was the firs

tack? – She mentally thou

hat had made him more strikingly gorgeous was his dark brown

ip more to prevent

said those words, but his voice

– pure irritation was vi

t leave." He rudely stated and was about to walk aw

ctricity creeping into her nerves caught her attention more. She bit her lower lip and immediate

s if dragging herself fr

es?" She stu

ased – but it didn't e

ing from a stranger

't help but

s anymore." She swiftly introduced herself and pointed at

he was trying to solve a puzzl

put her hand down with her lips slightly pouted. But her optimistic side was getting out

es that I personally baked. I hope y

nd optimistic. She knew that, and she was hoping

eceiving her cookies. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at him,

surely love it the moment he tasted

faster and har

name. Well, she had a lot of time to talk to him. He was her n

one. And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the cl

t?" A hoarse

m someone older t

random people." He

't even remember her name, but h

way. I don't like any of th

horror and her

cook

taste it. Just give it to me." The

ed out until she could

hard and fast, but it wasn't because of

She wanted to talk to that rude man, but she would

neighbors to build a good impression on them – and possibly market her pastries. There was so much positi

st so rude, distant, and cold, which was certainly b

the darkness of the woods was

e in the middle of darkness. He was watchi

maliciously uttered those words and wore an ominous s

y walked away and vanished

s balcony, staring at that particular side of the for

was more curious – more so, bothered – about the man he had seen in

loud and nosy lady appeared i

im with amusement, for he rarely expressed h

d stoic face as he turned away

was, he d

the woman that really irr